He was my best friend!

 My brother Byron was born on this day in 1982, at 18 months apart we were always together, we were so close that some of our classes in school, we were in the same class, some people even thought we were twins, of course we were not, and at one point growing up at about 6 yrs or so, people thought he was older because he was taller than me, which he then earned me calling him my bigger little brother.
 but all the good memories are shadowed by the day he died and let me tell you the day he left, my heart sank, I felt like I now had to face this world all on my own, I had no Byron to buddy up with. I still ask why after almost 10 years why he left me.
He took a piece of my heart with him when he left, I know people say time heals, but I'm not so sure of that, I think we just develop scars, no person on this earth could replace him, just like no person can replace my mom, yes there are days that are easy, an others that are not, like today.

I sometimes find myself thinking of who he would be today, and this is my picture, he would be married, working on the oil rigs, he would have a house on an acreage, and him and his wife would have at the very least 5 kids and maybe more, he loved kids, and could entertain and age child with his goofy self.


every year the calendar hits February and I cringe, I hate February, its a hard month to swallow, but as the clock ticks and the days pass I don't get the choice to shut down, they come and go, and before I know it, it will be March, a new month and the rest of the year will follow.

And so Today is February 16Th 2012, and today my brother Byron would have been 30 years old, today I feel a little lost, but I do know tomorrow will be better, ..............the day after is always better.